Feeling crisp in our clothes as we ridin through the night
And the distance it grows as we grindin up the 5
Got the diamonds in our eyes and the lipstick made of gold
We're the shining in the sky in the wish in the cold

Got the glitter on the skin and the peddle to the floor
And we spinnin in the wind, there's no settling the score
We develpin the lore and deliverin our sins
Rejecting all your sports, playing chicken on the rim


Throwing bones against the bricks in the purple of the fight
And our souls in the mix and we turnin into light
Yo we burnin up so bright, breakin stones with our sticks
And the pearls of our eyes and the homes in our ribs

Nothin left but this fight and the music that we make
Got this death in the pipe and the tools on our waist
And the boomin of this bass bring the dead back to life
Pretty soon we'll meet our fate but no regrets for tonight